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Moi

This is me

AND

I guess everyone does now.

I might as well just put up my phone number and address while i'm at it.

Don't ask me what was going on with my hair becuase I havent got a clue.

Comments

Bent Fabric said…
We all have bad hair days. It seems, however, that I'm having a bad hair year. :)
Anonymous said…
Hi _& i´m straight! :D
kyknoord said…
Love the bumper sticker. I've made one for my car & the royalty cheque is in the post.
Lyn said…
I assumed you were a guy Kyk. Unless you're a lesbian guy...
Actually its supposed to be a T-shirt, but i s'pose bumper sticker will work just fine :)

ssuga - good for you.

Bent that pic was last year. My hair went through several lengths and colours. None which seemed to work though:)
Bent Fabric said…
hehe...dare I ask what color it is now?
Anonymous said…
Aha! I knew it was you! You are soooooooo busted!

Kisses - Carrie
kyknoord said…
You assumed correctly, lyn. I am a guy. Not much of a man, though. Ahahaha. Anyhoo, my wife mainly drives the car (not sure if she's a lesbian - she's awfully cagey about the subject).
Lyn said…
BF: Plain Ol' Black. I think I've finally moved past the weird-hair-colour phase, to the relief of my parents and employers.

Carrie, thats a little eerie (oooh i'm rhyming), please tell me it was a joke :)

Kyk: LOL. I guess she's with you for your money. But thats okay - love is overrated anyway ;)
Anonymous said…
Don't worry Lyn - It was a joke ;)

Kisses - Carrie

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